And through the sticker

Feeling the itch from the palm of my hand, I felt like an electric shock.

It was clear that only one hand was pinched by Toru Amuro, but I felt like I was imprisoned on the sofa.

...a strong sense of oppression.

Intuition and reason tell me that this topic should not be explored in depth.

As if facing an enemy, I squeezed the game controller in fear, and quickly thought about topics that could be used to muddy the water.

Finally thought of one!

I smiled sweetly at Amuro: "... Is there a convenience store near your house?"

It's a poor diversion technique!

Therefore, I have attached the diversionary gesture --

I fluttered my eyes, returned Amuro Toru's hand flatteringly, and squeezed it lightly.

Amuro smiled, let me go, and followed me cooperatively: "Huh? What do you want to buy?"

Me: "Coke."

Taking advantage of the relaxation of his fingers, I wanted to withdraw my hand indiscriminately, trying to escape the strong sense of oppression brought by Amuro Toru.

However, my hand just moved a little before he quickly re-held it: "Where are you going?"

My eyes wandered: "I... I... I take the phone..."

Toru Amuro looked at me with raised eyebrows, showing no sign of relaxing in his hands.

Fine.

I feel that in front of the police who is a part-time detective, all my little thoughts seem to be transparent.

...It was almost a gong and a drum playing in a loop next to Amuro Toru's ears.

I had no choice but to take out my phone with the other hand, and mysteriously showed him the gourmet seed posts I found on my phone before playing the game:

"It says that whiskey and cola will taste good ~ I want to try!"

Amuro looked down and browsed: "I have Coke at home."

I was overjoyed: "What a coincidence!! Then let's try two glasses!!"

Toru Amuro let go of my hand, stood up, took out a few cans of Coke from the refrigerator, and kindly reminded: "Whiskey mixed with carbonated drinks will make you easy to get drunk."

I waved my hand proudly: "No! I drink very well!"

My drinking capacity is... at least I think it's good.

But after a few bourbon colas, I felt so light, like I was about to fly.

Whiskey and cola not only have the stimulation of alcohol, but also the taste of the carbonated drink itself. I refilled the glass several times without paying attention.

... How many cups are there?

"I might be taking off."

I sank lazily on the sofa and toasted Amuro Toru with a serious face.

"Before I go to heaven, let's touch one more."

"Celebrate my escape from the influence of the earth's gravity and enter the annals of human history."

"I'll miss you when I take off."

"Can I bring you a gift? Do you want the stars or the balloons that the children didn't hold securely?"

I looked at him sincerely and confessed affectionately.

Toru Amuro: "..."

Seeing Toru Amuro standing still, I was rather dissatisfied. I slowly got up from the soft sofa, provocatively approached Toru Amuro's wine glass, which had not dropped much from the water, and clicked my tongue.

Then, I carefully supported his hand, adjusted it to the same height as my toast, and touched it.

The glasses collided and made a crisp "ding" sound.

I slowly swirled the little clear liquid in the cup: "You can't do it."

Toru Amuro: "..."

He smiled and looked into my eyes: "Whiskey and carbonated drinks are really easy to get drunk, I just reminded you."

I said righteously: "I don't think I'm drunk."

Amuro stared at me without saying a word.

I stared back sternly: "I can still do math problems now, just ask me how much two minus two equals!"

Toru Amuro indulged me and continued: "What is two minus two?"

I waved my fingers inscrutablely: "You!"

Looking at Toru Amuro, who was smiling in the same unfathomable manner, I explained thoughtfully: "Sho, Gu, Zero~"

His tone was erratic, and the drawn-out "Zero" had almost eighteen different tones.

After talking about this homophonic stalk, I seemed to have discovered some new land, and shouted in great surprise: "I've decided! I'll call you Lingling from now on——[-]~"

Toru Amuro: "..."

It's strange how my voice is full of drunkenness.

After talking nonsense, I took another sip of bourbon cola in wonder, and licked my lips.

...I can really do math problems now, and my mind is barely... sober.

It's just that I can't control my limbs, and I can't control my mouth.

How should I put it... Slightly drunk?

Whether it's hands, feet or mouth, it feels like the speed of my brain is running eight hundred times faster than my brain.

——Oh, Kurahara Zou is a classmate that Ayano met when she was running in her freshman year, and she runs very fast.

Speaking of fast, what did I say a few minutes ago...?

I took another sip of bourbon cola and tilted my head in thought.

Oh, I think Toru Amuro can't do it.

"..."

The belated reason was beating violently in my mind, trying to pull back my words and deeds like a wild horse.

At this moment, my mouth rushed again: "I may be drunk."

Amuro Toru looked like he didn't understand: "?"

I gestured a short distance with my hand, and explained seriously: "It's just a little bit more drunk than slightly drunk."

"..."

Toru Amuro suppressed a smile, took the almost empty glass from my hand, and put it on the corner of the coffee table farthest from me.

"Today's quantity is almost the same, Mengzi."

He explained it to me with equal earnestness.

"If you drink it again, you won't be able to eat dinner later. The food box is filled with your favorite sandwiches."

Me: "I can eat it!! Don't leave a stomach!!"

I...maybe not as lucid as I describe myself.

At least math problems should not be done.

Because after the glass in my hand was ruthlessly snatched away, I leaned over very excitedly, tried my best to straighten my body, leaned to Amuro Toru's hand, and said roguely: "I am younger than you! You can't bully me! I'm still thirsty -"

Then--

I ducked down and took a quick sip of the bourbon cola in his glass.

After swallowing the bourbon cola, which was still fizzy, I raised my eyes to meet those purple-gray eyes that were close at hand.

Those eyes were full of emotions that I couldn't understand at this moment when my head was dazed.

I slowly licked the corner of my lips provocatively.

Me: "Slightly slightly."

There seemed to be a strong wind blowing outside the house, and the sound of thunder and rain became more and more fierce.

It was a bit tiring to maintain the straight and stretched posture of the body. Seeing that Toru Amuro didn't move, I took advantage of the situation and directly lay on his lap.

Speaking of which... if it rains like this all the time...how am I going to get home...

I tilted my head, thinking seriously.

Then, I stared blankly at Touya Amuro as he put the wine glass in his hand on the corner of the coffee table.

He sighed helplessly.

"I've let you off so many times."

I blinked ignorantly: "?"

After chewing this sentence slowly, I asked stupidly: "Then do you mean that I have thrown myself into a trap?"

What is he saying?

Immediately, I felt dizzy for a while, and my brain, which was slowly occupied by alcohol, became more and more dizzy.

I was turned over by Toru Amuro like a pancake, and kept lying flat and looking directly at him.

...a knee pillow?

I reached out and hammered his chest with some dissatisfaction: "Don't do this, I'm dizzy——"

Suddenly, I fell silent.

My wrists were encircled by Amuro Toru's hand.

He also used a little bit of ingenuity.

My alcohol-numbed body couldn't exert any strength.

After thumping twice, I found nothing, so I lay down peacefully.

Anyway, lying on the sofa is also lying down, and lying on Amuroto's lap is also lying down, there is not much difference.

I thought with peace of mind.

...I have nothing to do, the alcohol is causing me troubles, and I started to observe Toru Amuro's hands out of curiosity.

How can you encircle the wrists of my two hands?

How big is his hand?

"Can you let go of my hand? Shall we compare whose hands are bigger?"

My mouth may have been a track and field champion in my previous life, and it quickly got ahead of my reason.

Toru Amuro didn't answer, just looked down at me calmly, his eyes flickering.

What, ignore me.

I pursed my mouth, with an aggrieved expression: "Why are you ignoring me?"

It was just a few seconds of inexplicable sadness and melancholy, and my attention drifted away again lightly.

Toru Amuro's fingers are so slender.

When he rubbed my palm just now, I seemed to feel... thin calluses?

Is this the hand of the police?

I looked at our intertwined hands very imaginatively, thinking about it.

——Like handcuffs.

Am I handcuffed?

"Can you let me lie down somewhere else? I think the sofa is softer."

Toru Amuro stroked my long hair hanging down his leg with his other hand, but he still didn't reply.

Ignore me, ignore me, and I don't care about you.

The first time was raw and the second time was familiar, I continued to look around for my own amusement.

I'm so dizzy.

A little thirsty.

But didn't I just drink a lot of... water?Is it water?

Noticing that I was shaking my head and looking around with my eyes wandering, Toru Amuro suddenly withdrew the hand that was stroking my hair, and gently pinched my chin with that hand.

Immediately, I could only stare straight at Toru Amuro who bent over and approached me.

...This angle is still rare.

...the boyfriend who fell from the sky.

It felt like he was the only one left in my whole world.

Oh, and torrential rain.

...Speaking of which, the dog food Harrow just ate is also very familiar.

Listening to the sound of falling rain and the faint sound of air-conditioning, I stared blankly at Toru Amuro's eyes, and my thoughts gradually drifted away.

He quickly sensed my absent-mindedness, and skillfully squeezed my wrist, which was held by him in front of his chest, to call my attention back.

Feeling the touch from my wrist, I forgot that I had just made up my mind to ignore Toru Amuro, and blurted out:

"Did you buy that dog food before?"

After a while, another sentence popped up out of nowhere.

"Like it?"

Is it influenced by the sweetness of bourbon cola?Why am I so sticky when I speak?

Is it because I didn't hear my own voice clearly?

Say it again.

But I couldn't think of anything to say.

Since I only saw Toru Amuro's face in my line of sight, I used local materials and tried to speak again:

"Toru Amuro."

"See through."

"Falling to zero."

"Zero zero zero zero."

...Why is it still sticky!

He blinked and finally answered my question: "Yes."

After a pause, Toru Amuro replied, "I like it very much."

Hearing this answer, I reacted slowly for a long time before I figured out what he meant.

Oh, Haro loves this dog food.

...Well, he didn't seem to say who liked it, he just said "I like it very much".

……wrong!Why did I suddenly bring up dog food? ?

Did I just ask one question or two?

Am I really drunk?

...or drunk?

Is there a word for this?

Drinking alcohol seemed to really help me sleep, and I suddenly felt a little sleepy and dizzy.

I seemed to be pleasing Amuro Toru with my dumbfounded look.

He pretended to be serious, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

The warm breath fell on my ears, occupying all my senses.

His words touched my heart gently.

"Now, you are really arrested by me."

"Miss Sasaki who stole the drink."